Lord Poem by Rachel Aurelien

Do you remember the sealed blessing in the temple of my vision's where we spoke of sweet wisdom in the wanting of our souls to be united in your one of seven kingdom's.
You spoke highly of me at the dawn of existence, when I played in the distance of a treasured thought.
The rights of justice and a way for freedom to seek unconditionally, our spiritual desires in which we are taught.
We stood in the mists where no steps were placed and we listened to the voices in the harps played.
And the peacefulness of our minds lit seven candles where only forty purified spirits prayed.
We delighted in the pleasures of our spirits rhythmic holy speech.
And the golden bells sang on a white silken cloth with embroidered golden words that can only be silently preached.